She had not previously thought that marriage was not an event that would be written into her future, however as she looked around the room, a feeling rushed into her stomach telling her that this event would not be recreated with her own cast of characters. She was not certain that her assuredness came from a knowledge that she would not find a partner and time in her life that she would wish to be bound to a single individual, till death do they part. Yet, she was not certain that her assuredness came from a knowledge that should she find a partner that she could not be separated from by any means and who she relied upon to help her be the best she could ever be, that she would do things differently, and change the ceremony to a celebration fit for the life that she lived and cherished. She was certain however, that no matter what lay in her future, it would be of her own creation and be written to her own tune. Despite her respect of ceremonies and their purpose, she felt the desire to reclassify this obligatory intermingling and gift giving to that of something less, perhaps more akin to a play. It appeared to her to be a scripted interpretation of a true sharing of love and well wishes – an interpretation of the joy your heart is overflowing with when you see your child take their first step, the love radiating from two best friends locked in each other’s embrace and completely at peace with the world in that moment, or the pride your chest swells with as you see your little sister make the decision to choose respect and kick that sleazy boy to the curb before he ever had a true chance. She would have genuine interactions and exchange of love in her future. It would be filled with both the women that she had always looked up to for wisdom and guideance, and the ones that had stood by her side as she had searched for her way over all those years. She would have a mother who would shy away from the spotlight being shined on the apple that fell from her tree, yet she would be uplifted by all the women in her life to that spotlight in celebration of her and the life she chose to live. Whether or not she would follow suit of the many women before her by joining in holy matrimony, she knew that it would be her life and only scripted by herself, and that was enough of a reassurance of happiness and satisfaction in life that she needed.